My Workout Was Playing Other Sports And

I Never Hit A Shot, Not Even In Practice, Without Having A Very Sharp, In-focus Picture Of It In My Head. It's Like A Color Movie. First I 'see' Where I Want It To Finish, Nice And White And Sitting Up High On The Bright Green Grass. Then The Scene Quickly Changes And I 'see' The Ball Going There: Its Path, Trajectory, And Shape, Even Its Behavior On Landing. Then There Is This Sort Of Fadeout, And The Next Scene Shows Me Making The Kind Of Swing That Will Turn The Previous Images To Reality.

If I Have A Weakness, It's Probably Ice Cream. That's Where I Get Lax, Sloppy. I'll Sneak Into The Refrigerator At Night And Take Two Or Three Bites And Put It Back. Butter Pecan. Only Two Or Three Bites, But It Shows.

That's Sort Of Overkill. We've Had 70 Years Of The Ryder Cup, And It's Gotten Along Just Fine. The Pendulum Will Swing Back Without Making A Monumental Thing About It.

If There Is One Thing Golf Demands Above All Else, It Is Honesty.

I Think My Boys Handled It Pretty Much The Same Way With Their Children, But My Grandsons All Ended Up Playing Football Or Lacrosse.